Page 74 of Dr. Fellow

It’s only natural when you fail at something to have doubts about attempting it again. But those doubts were fleeting and dissipated as soon as I settled back into my normal life.

I know that Morgan will get there too, it might just take her a little longer. And I’m happy to wait until she does.

Three weeks after Vegas

I’ll serve as your personal sex slave for the weekend if you divorce me.

This is the first time Morgan has resorted to offering sexual favors in exchange for divorce. Admittedly, it would be convincing if I were the kind of man who thought only with his cock, especially because she knows that this is a fantasy of mine.

Tell me more.

I have zero intention of giving in, but I’m curious how far I can get her to go before she gets irritated and resorts to her dramatics. She thinks I’m stubborn, but she’s right there with me.

Whatever you want to do to me within our negotiated limits is on the table for a straight 48 hours, Sir.

I love how she thinks that calling me “Sir” is going to make me agree to her terms. Sure, my cock just jumped in my scrubs as I imagined what we could do with that amount of unrestricted playtime, but it’s going to happen one day regardless—I just have to be patient.

I don’t think you could behave for that long, little devil.

She immediately responds.

We could find out.

If you would divorce me.

I smile, missing her to death but also confident in my response.

I’m sure we’ll find out regardless.

You’re stuck with me.

Chapter 30

Morgan

“Morg.”

I ignore Cassidy, rereading my most recent text chain with Walker.

Remember when we agreed to something more exclusive?

I meant hooking up with other people.

Not marriage.

Must have missed the memo.

Now that you have it, you should divorce me.

No.

Please divorce me.

Not happening.

But I love the manners, little devil.

You’re the worst husband ever.

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